Hill of the Twin Executions stands between Deadwood Forest outside the north gate of Seireitei.
It is said to be a hill, but it is actually a very high barren mountain.
There are no trees or weeds on the mountain, just exposed rocks and sand eroded by the wind all the year round.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the slope is steep, but the top of the mountain is flat.
There are three huge square stone pillars standing on the flat ground. The three stone pillars are arranged in the shape of a gate, two are upright and one is horizontally placed at the top, like a torii gate or a guillotine.
This is the execution platform of Execution Frame and Seireitei.
Only criminals with heinous crimes are qualified to be tied up and executed here.
But if the prisoner's Spiritual Pressure Level exceeds Third-Class, this execution platform will not be used.
The coercion of Killing intent stone is not enough to suppress a strong person of that level, so it can only imprison people in Muken on the eighth floor of Central Great The Jail.
In front of Execution Frame, in the center of Hill of the Twin Executions, there is a huge weapon sealed here.
On the edge of the cliff, stood a person, Aizen Sōsuke.
His back was to Execution Frame and the sealed weapon, and he was facing the direction of Seireitei. The mountain wind blew from a distance, blowing his black Shinigami uniform, and the hem was floating gently behind him.
The lenses of his glasses reflected the afternoon sun, making it difficult to see clearly the eyes behind the lenses.
Kaname Tōsen and Kuchiki Kyōka stand at the feet of Execution Frame, one on the left and one on the right.
Kaname Tōsen closed his eyes, hung his hands by his side, and turned his face slightly in the direction of Seireitei.
He felt that it had spread out, covering the entire hill, extending to Deadwood Forest in the distance, and then extending to the streets of Seireitei.
Kuchiki Kyōka leaned against a stone pillar, clasping his hands on his chest.
Reishi in the air suddenly changed.
Kaname Tōsen opened his eyes, looked over the edge of the cliff to Aizen and fell into the distance, and said softly:
"Lord Aizen, Thirteen Court Guard Squads people have discovered our location."
Aizen didn't look back, just hummed softly.
Kaname Tōsen turned his head and looked at Kuchiki Kyōka: "Were you still unable to liberate Ryūjin Jakka?"
Kuchiki Kyōka twitched the corner of his mouth. "That guy Yamamoto hid the knife. Even if Muramasa directly entered his Inner Image, it would be meaningless." He was defeated by Captain-General Yamamoto last time, and was finally sealed in the depths of Muken, which lasted for decades.
When I came out this time, I immediately wanted to find Ryūjin Jakka.
But when he first woke up, Visored's power was still unstable and he couldn't use Muramasa.
It was Aizen who helped him adapt to that power, taught him how to maintain sanity and balance in the virtual Shinigami state, and allowed Visored and Muramasa to coexist.
Now he can use Muramasa normally, but Yamamoto has hidden the knife.
Kaname Tōsen stared at Kuchiki Kyōka for a while.
He doesn't like this person very much.
Kuchiki Kyōka, from a commoner to Great Nobles's son-in-law, was framed by Nobles and sealed for decades.
Ordinarily, they should have something in common. Kaname Tōsen himself killed his friend because of Nobles. He initially embarked on the path of seeking justice because of hatred.
But Kuchiki Kyōka is different. This person has no goals, no justice, and no ideals.
He just wanted revenge and wanted to recover the blood debt from those Nobles who framed him. What would happen after revenge? He had never thought about it.
In the eyes of Kaname Tōsen, Kuchiki Kyōka is just an evil spirit, an evil spirit driven by hatred, but his ability is indeed very useful. Muramasa's Bankai can make the Zanpakutō rebel, which is fatal to Shinigami.
As a means of achieving justice, the value of this knife is irreplaceable.
Kaname Tōsen withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked behind Aizen, bowing his head respectfully.
"Lord Aizen, I'll stop them."
In his perception, someone was already approaching the top of the mountain.
The ones at the front were the captains of Kenpachi Zaraki and Eleventh Division, the leader of the combat team, that lunatic who only knew how to fight.
Not far behind Kenpachi Zaraki, there are two breaths.
Fourth Division Captain Unohana Retsu, Captain of the Tenth Division Shiba Isshin.
Further away, Eighth Division captain Kyōraku Shunsui, Thirteenth Division captain Ukitake Jūshirō.
At the end, there was an extremely heavy breath, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, Captain-General came in person, followed by First Division Lieutenant Chōjirō Sasakibe.
Kaname Tōsen did not sense Kuchiki Byakuya and Yoruichi Shihōin, and those two people were not there.
Aizen chuckled softly and said gently, "No, yes." He turned around, and the sun shone from behind him, casting a long shadow in front of him.
"The seal is almost about to be broken."
"It's nice to have someone to see you off when you go on a long trip."
Kaname Tōsen bowed deeply. "I understand, Lord Aizen." He straightened up and stepped aside.
Kuchiki Kyōka looked at Kaname Tōsen's respectful look, with a look of disdain on his lips.
In this life, he will never be loyal to anyone or become anyone's subordinate.
He followed Aizen just because Aizen said he wanted to subvert Seireitei, and they had the same goal.
As for what Aizen wants to do and what goal he wants to achieve afterwards, he doesn't care.
Of course, when it comes to decision-making, he admits that he doesn't have enough brains. He is right to listen to Aizen. This is not because he thinks he can't beat him.
He stretched out his hand and slowly withdrew the power scattered throughout Seireitei.
Those purple ripples gathered from all directions, and the materialized Zanpakuto began to dissipate, transforming back into the form of a sword, and fell to the ground.
After having Visored, the total amount of his Spiritual Pressure Level and Spiritual Power has increased significantly. But it is still a bit difficult to use Muramasa on a large scale for a long time like today.
The purpose of disruption has been achieved and it's time to stop.
Rumble!
There was a dull roar from the bottom of the hill, and a plume of smoke rose straight up from the foot of the hill and rushed straight towards the top of the hill.
Wherever the smoke and dust passed, rocks shattered and sand flew, plowing deep ravines on the desolate hillside.
The person who created this smoke and dust is Kenpachi Zaraki.
He rushed straight up from the bottom of the back of the hill, and with each step he took, a pit exploded in the ground, with gravel splashing backwards and a long trail of smoke trailing behind him.
He just stepped on the cracked ground and rushed up.
Kuchiki Kyōka turned around and looked at the smoke that was getting closer and closer, his eyes full of contempt.
As Shinigami, Flash Step can obviously move in the air, but he has to run on the ground.
What a savage guy, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air.
Purple Reishi came from all directions and gathered in his palm. Three seconds later, Muramasa reappeared in his hand, with a lavender halo wrapped around the blade.
He grasped the hilt of the knife and stood there.
"Ha!" An excited roar exploded from the edge of the hill.
Kenpachi Zaraki rushed up, his feet landed on the rocky ground and slid for a few meters, dragging two deep ravines behind him.
He stood up straight, with a small figure sitting on his shoulders, Yachiru Kusajishi.
She held Kenpachi Zaraki's head with both hands and looked in the direction of Execution Frame with a smile.
"Xiaojian, that guy knows how to wear a mask!" She pointed at Kuchiki Kyōka.
Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes lit up. He lifted Yachiru off his shoulder and put it aside.
Yachiru landed lightly on a rock and sat down cross-legged.
Kenpachi Zaraki stared at Kuchiki Kyōka, grinned and said, "Oh! Then come and fight, Visored!"
He has memorized the two words Visored. He knew from the captain meeting that this means strength.
He jumped up, bent his legs in the air, his knees almost touching his chest, and then stamped on the air with both feet. Bang! The air exploded, and the whole person was shot towards Kuchiki Kyōka.
He held the knife in his right hand, dragging the blade behind him. The tip of the knife cut through the air and made a sharp scream.
Kuchiki Kyōka watched him rush over.
"What a beast." Although he scorned it, he also understood the meaning of Kenpachi. He wiped his left hand across his face, and Visored appeared instantly.
He held the knife in both hands to block.
Bang! The two knives collided, and shock waves exploded from the point of contact between the blades.
The air spreads outward in a ring shape, picking up gravel and blowing sand wherever it passes.
The two stood wrestling on the same spot, Kenpachi Zaraki's face became more and more excited. He
The corners of his grinned mouth almost touched the base of his ears, revealing some sharp teeth, and his eyes were burning with fanatical fire.
"Hahaha!" He laughed loudly, "Visored is indeed very strong!"
Kuchiki Kyōka pressed his hands hard against the knife, but found that his strength could not suppress this madman.
The hand that seemed to be holding the knife casually produced an astonishing force. His feet were firmly on the ground, and the rocks under his feet had cracked, and the cracks were spreading around.
His hands began to be covered with white Hierro, and his muscles bulged with veins.
He used all his strength to push Gremmy away, and then slashed him with his sword.
Poof, a line of blood shot out.
Kenpachi Zaraki A wound opened on his chest.
It was pulled diagonally from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, the skin and flesh rolled, and blood gushed out, instantly dyeing Shinigami uniform's front red.
Kuchiki Kyōka said coldly, "Humph, that's all."
"You, a guy who doesn't even know the name of the Zanpakutō, are you worthy of being the captain?"
I was a little proud to have succeeded in one blow.
The one he just hit was the captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads combat squad, Kenpachi!
Suddenly, a white light struck from the side.
He quickly retreated and raised his knife to block. Bang!
Blades collide.
Kuchiki Kyōka's tiger's mouth was numb. He lowered his head and glanced at the hand holding the knife. The skin at the tiger's mouth was red and there was a dull pain.
Looking up at Kenpachi Zaraki, the madman's chest was still bleeding.
The wound was shallower than he expected, only cutting through the flesh and leaving no bones.
Blood gushed out from the wound and flowed down the abdomen.
Kenpachi Zaraki smiled evilly and moved his neck.
Click, click, two crisp sounds, completely ignoring the injury on the chest.
"Don't talk about the Zanpakuto's name or anything."
He raised the knife and pointed the tip at Kuchiki Kyōka.
"As long as we can fight, isn't it enough?"
He rushed forward again, still wielding the knife with one hand, and slashing without any plan. Kuchiki Kyōka dodged sideways, the blade of the knife passed against his chest, and passed by Kenpachi Zaraki with a short body, and came behind him.
He straightened up and shook the blood off the knife.
Kenpachi Zaraki There was a knife mark on his waist, stretching diagonally from the left waist to the right hip. The skin and flesh were opened, and blood poured out, leaving dark marks on the trouser legs.
He turned around, the smile on his face unchanged, and rushed over again.
Kuchiki Kyōka's eyes under the mask emit red light.
This beast needs to be killed quickly and cannot be entangled.
He condensed Spiritual Power with his hands in front of him, and purple light came out from his palms. He once again turned sideways to avoid Kenpachi Zaraki's slash, and came to the right side of his body.
Lift the knife and aim the tip of the knife at Kenpachi Zaraki's head.
A purple beam of light spurted out from the tip of the knife.
"Cero!"
Boom! Purple light exploded on Kenpachi Zaraki's head, and shock waves swept around.
The gravel was rolled up, the sand was blown away, and sparks splashed on the stone pillars of Execution Frame in the distance. The light dissipated, and Kenpachi Zaraki stood there without any movement.
Kuchiki Kyōka Sheathed the knife and made a slight friction sound when the blade was sheathed, which was particularly clear on the top of the silent hill.
He turned his back to Kenpachi Zaraki and scanned the approaching scents in the distance.
"To actually let such a beast become the captain, Thirteen Court Guard Squads has also fallen."
He once wanted to be the captain. For that position, he practiced with all his strength and made countless achievements on the battlefield.
At that time, he felt that captaincy was the highest honor and proof of strength.
What now?
Defeated Kenpachi Zaraki head-on.
I feel like it's nothing more than that.
Yachiru was sitting on a rock not far away, with his two calves dangling in the air. Hearing Kuchiki Kyōka's words, he pointed a finger at him.
"You can't."
Her voice was extremely clear. "There is no way to completely excite Xiaojian." Kuchiki Kyōka turned her head sharply and stared at the little girl sitting on the rock, anger flashing in her eyes.
"What?" His voice became colder, with a hint of murderous intent, "Do you want to die, kid?"
His hand holding the handle of the knife tightened. "Although I won't kill children, it doesn't mean I can't make you suffer a little."
"Shut up."
Yachiru really shut up.
She was not angry or scared, she just sat on the rock with a smile on her face.
Kuchiki Kyōka became even more angry.
That smile made him angry.
Why is that kid laughing?
Why does she find it funny?
He was about to speak.
"Kōga." A gentle voice came from behind.
Aizen stood on the edge of the cliff, turned around and looked at him, the smile on his face was still gentle.
"Didn't I say it?" His voice was very soft, "Throw away your Nobles arrogance."
Kuchiki Kyōka was stunned.
Arrogance?
Nobles's?
When did he become arrogant?
He opened his mouth, preparing to refute.
Suddenly there was a sound breaking through the air beside me.
Very quickly.
He didn't have time to think, his body moved instinctively.
Hold the handle of the knife with your right hand, draw the knife, and raise the knife to block. Bang! The blades collide.
Huge power is transmitted from the blade to the hand.
He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and resisted it, but the force was too strong and pushed his knife down inch by inch.
The blade of the knife was pressed down.
Press it in front of your eyes.
Press it to your chest.
Press on the shoulders.
He saw clearly the owner of the knife, Kenpachi Zaraki.
The madman stood in front of him, holding a knife in both hands, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the veins popped out.
His face was skinless.
The shot Cero just now didn't blow off his head, but it blew away the skin and hair on his face.
What was exposed were the red muscles, the beating blood vessels, and the white cheekbones. The face was covered with red blood, flowing down the lower jaw, dripping on the chest and dripping on the ground.
That face didn't look human, just like Evil Spirit.
Kuchiki Kyōka's pupils contracted.
"How is that possible!"
His voice came out of his throat.
Click, click, click!
The blade of the knife was trembling, being lowered inch by inch, until it reached the shoulder.
The blade of the knife is pressed against the shoulder, cutting into Shinigami uniform, cutting into the skin, and cutting into the muscle.
He couldn't resist.
Poof, pain shot from his left shoulder into his brain.
The blade cuts through muscle, cuts tendons, and scrapes bones.
Blood gushed out from the wound, flowed down the arm, flowed through the elbow, flowed through the wrist, and dripped from the fingertips. Kuchiki Kyōka Stomped on the ground with both feet and retreated, stood up after ten meters, and looked down at his left shoulder.
The wound was deep, white bones could be seen, and blood was still pouring out, dyeing the entire left arm dark red.
He raised his right hand and pressed it on the wound.
White liquid gushes from the palm of his hand and seeps into the wound.
This is High-Speed Regeneration, the muscles begin to heal, the tendons begin to connect, and the skin begins to close.
The wound slowly closed.
He raised his head and stared at Kenpachi Zaraki.
The lunatic stood there, holding the knife in both hands, with the tip of the knife pointing diagonally towards the ground.
His face was expressionless because he had no skin, but the light in his eyes was still burning with madness and hunger.
Kenpachi Zaraki grinned and said, "The effect just now was pretty good."
The way he spoke came out from that skinless face, which sounded particularly impressive.
"Come again." He raised the knife and pointed the tip at Kuchiki Kyōka, but the latter seemed to have no intention of taking the initiative to attack.
"Hey." Kenpachi Zaraki's mouth twitched, "Don't be afraid."
Kuchiki Kyōka Something exploded in his head.
Afraid?
He said who is afraid?
"Who are you talking about!" he yelled angrily.
"Who do you think you are afraid of?"
This lunatic, this shameless guy, actually said he was scared?
What a joke.
He must die, he must die here.
Kuchiki Kyōka holds Muramasa with both hands, and Spiritual Power pours out of the body and flows along the arm to the blade.
The blade of the sword lit up with purple light, getting brighter and brighter. He raised his head and looked at the sky, where lavender clouds were floating.
That is the Spiritual Power that Muramasa's ability emanates, covering the entire Seireitei sky.
What was recovered just now was only the outermost power, and what was above this sky has not been completely recovered.
He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Muramasa, take back all your power."
The clouds in the sky began to surge, and those lavender Reishi gathered from all directions.
They rotate in the air, forming a huge vortex. The center of the vortex is the tip of Muramasa.
Reishi poured into the blade, and the blade became brighter and brighter.
Those rebellious Zanpakutos began to wake up at this moment.
But Kuchiki Kyōka doesn't care anymore, he just wants to do one thing now.
Kill Kenpachi Zaraki.
The recycling process is not fast. Those Reishi are coming from all directions, so it takes time.
Kenpachi Zaraki stood there without moving, and did not take the opportunity to take action. He just stood there, holding the knife in both hands, watching Kuchiki Kyōka recover his power.
There was no expression on that skinless face, but the light of excitement in those eyes was getting brighter and brighter.
After a moment, Kuchiki Kyōka's angry voice sounded.
"Don't take advantage of me to recover my power!"
He raised Muramasa with both hands, and the purple light on the blade was dazzling.
"Then go to Hell and regret it!!"
Boom!!!
The violent Reiatsu exploded from him.
That Reiatsu is too strong and dense, and it sweeps around with Kuchiki Kyōka as the center.
Wherever it passed, the air was squeezed, making an overwhelming buzzing sound.
The gravel on the ground was rolled up, flipped in the air, and shattered by the next wave of Reiatsu.
At the edge, Yachiru was sitting on the rock, and the Reiatsu was rushing towards her face. Her breath was stagnant, her chest felt tight, she frowned, jumped down from the rock, and took a few steps back.
Kenpachi Zaraki stood in the center of Reiatsu, shouting even more excitedly, "Hahaha, this is right!"
Boom!! Violent golden Reiatsu burst out from his body.
Two strands of Reiatsu meet in the air.
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom!!!
They collided and exploded, biting each other.
Every collision stirred up strong winds, and every explosion shook the ground.
The next moment.
The two of them moved at the same time, and they rushed towards each other.
Swing the knife. Bang!
The moment the two knives collided, the air exploded.
The shock wave spread in a ring shape, causing rocks to shatter and the ground to crack wherever it passed.
The sand on the top of the mountain was rolled up, forming a huge cloud of smoke and dust, which enveloped the two people.
The smoke and dust continued to spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
It spreads over the hillside, across the foot of the mountain, and into Deadwood Forest.
The dead trees that had grown for thousands of years were swept by the shock wave and all fell down.
Some were broken at the roots, while others were uprooted, turned over in the air, and smashed deeper into the forest.
The shock wave continued to spread and hit the Killing intent stone wall of Seireitei.
Bang!
A dull sound exploded, and faint ripples appeared on the surface of Killing intent stone, which was the sealing pattern at work.
The shock wave was blocked and dissipated outside the wall. The captains who were on their way stopped.
They raised their heads and looked in the direction of Hill of the Twin Executions.
Look at the smoke and shock wave, as well as the two entangled Reiatsu.
Then they speed up.
The smoke slowly dispersed, and two figures emerged from the smoke.
Kenpachi Zaraki stood in place.
There was a hideous wound on his chest, stretching diagonally from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and all his ribs were cut off.
Through the broken ribs, you can see the heart inside.
It's beating, once, once, once.
Every beat squeezed out blood, gushing out from the wound and flowing down the abdomen.
But he stood, the knife still in his hand.
Kuchiki Kyōka stood opposite, his mask was broken. Only a small piece in the lower right corner was still hanging on his face.
The exposed face was pale and bloodless.
His right shoulder was almost severed, with only a little flesh still attached.
The entire right arm hangs by his side, swaying gently with his breathing.
He straightened up and started High-Speed Regeneration.
White liquid gushes from the wound and fills the broken part of the shoulder.
Muscles begin to grow, tendons begin to connect, and bones begin to heal.
The process is very slow, much slower than before. His Spiritual Power consumes too much.
At this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki raised his head suddenly.
Manifestation There was a ferocious smile on his face. That skinless face looked particularly terrifying when he smiled.
He opened his mouth, revealing two rows of neat and sharp teeth.
There was blood on the teeth, whether it was his or Kōga's, I couldn't tell. He opened his mouth and bit it.
Kuchiki Kyōka's pupils contracted and he quickly retreated.
Exit five meters.
Exit ten meters.
He retreated to a short distance in front of Aizen and Kaname Tōsen before stopping.
He gasped for air, his chest heaved violently, and he looked at Kenpachi Zaraki with wide eyes, his pupils trembling constantly.
That madman.
The one without skin Evil Spirit.
The injury was so bad, the ribs were broken, the heart was exposed, and the blood was almost drained.
He actually wanted to bite someone.
Still want to bite someone.
Kuchiki Kyōka's hand holding Muramasa is shaking. It's not that Spiritual Power consumes too much.
It's fear.
He took a big breath, once, twice, three times.
A sight came from behind.
Aizen is looking at him.
The smile slowly faded on that gentle face.
He stood there, looking at Kuchiki Kyōka's trembling back, his right arm that had not fully healed, and his trembling body.
Kaname Tōsen beside him saw this and put his hand on his Zanpakutō.
He turned his head and looked at Aizen, asking if he wanted to take action.
Aizen said nothing, looked past Kuchiki Kyōka and Kenpachi Zaraki, and smiled again.
Kaname Tōsen put his hand down from the handle of the knife.
Behind Kenpachi Zaraki, a figure appeared. Fourth Division Captain, Unohana Retsu.
She walked out of the smoke, walked to Kenpachi Zaraki, stopped, stretched out her right hand, and pointed her palm at the hideous wound.
Kaidō's green light surged from the palm of his hand, and the light seeped into the wound.
The broken blood vessels began to reconnect, and the rolled flesh began to heal.
"Hello." Kenpachi Zaraki's voice sounded.
"Don't worry, the battle is not over yet."
Unohana Retsu responded with a smile, "If you want to fight happily, of course you have to recover well."
She turned her head slightly and looked over Kenpachi Zaraki's shoulders, landing on Kuchiki Kyōka.
Then he spoke again calmly, "The battle is over."
Kenpachi Zaraki looked at the enemy on the opposite side.
He looked at Kuchiki Kyōka's trembling pupils.
Looking at the trembling hands holding the knife, the ferocious smile on his face disappeared, and he said half-heartedly:
"It's boring."
Kuchiki Kyōka's brain exploded again.
"Hey!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Are you looking down on me?"
The injury on his shoulder has not completely healed, and he still cannot lift his right arm.
But he raised his left hand, Muramasa was in his left hand, and the tip of the knife was pointed at Kenpachi Zaraki.
He shouted loudly, "Come on!"
Kenpachi Zaraki didn't move, just stood there, looking at Kuchiki Kyōka, like looking at a dead thing.
He turned around directly and followed Retsu Unohana towards the edge of the hill, completely ignoring Kuchiki Kyōka.
Kuchiki Kyōka The zombie's rationality was stimulated by this move, and he rushed towards it with a knife.
"Go to hell!" He just took three steps.
"Scatter, Senbonzakura." A slight voice sounded. Countless pink blades poured out from beside Execution Frame, like cherry blossom petals, extremely beautiful.
They poured out from behind the stone pillars and spread out in the air, forming a pink wall.
The blade stopped in front of Kuchiki Kyōka.
clang clang clang clang!
His knife hit the blade wall, and every knife was blocked and bounced away.
He was pushed back, one step, two steps, three steps, back to his original position.
The pink blade spread out in front of him.
A figure emerged, it was Kuchiki Byakuya, standing in front of him.
With a stern look on his face, he stared at Kuchiki Kyōka and said:
"Stop insulting Kuchiki family's reputation."
"You've already lost."